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Jesus was pinned up in front of a mirror. These were his last words, thought forever lost.
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| Ow, ow ow. Ow ow ow ow. Hey, keep that fucking lance to your self. Squid poke pro, bastard! | |
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Hours in the hot sun have their effect.
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| Oh, hey, is that me. Let me wave my hand. Oh, hi there! Yeah, so how are you doing. | |
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Memory is lost, as is lucidity. Finally, death.
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| Hey, can you get us down from here man. I, like, hurt in the hands here. | |
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| Nah, i want to see my father. Hey...do you know who our father is. My Dad, is this sun hot.... | |
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